Chapter 356 Betty
Samuel handed the phone to Margaret, pointing at the news on the screen.
Margaret glanced at it suspiciously and saw a photo of her and Nova.
#Beautiful and Kind-hearted, Tirelessly Helping Disaster-stricken Children!#
Because Margaret was rescuing people in the mountains, and a photo of her and Nova making a pinky promise was captured by a media reporter.
For a while, this news was everywhere in major newspapers and online media, and it was continuously broadcast on the local Ravenford TV station.
After this report and photo appeared, the online views quickly exceeded ten thousand, and most of the comments from netizens who had learned about Margaret's story through TV and the internet were praising her for being beautiful and kind-hearted.
Undoubtedly, Margaret had also become a local celebrity.
Margaret smiled wryly and said, "I don't even know how they managed to take that picture."
"Ms. Scott, you're beautiful and kind-hearted, practically a fairy saving humanity," Samuel said exaggeratedly.
"You're such a smooth talker!" Margaret glared at him.
Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang with a pleasant ringtone.
Margaret picked up the phone and saw it was an unknown caller.
She answered the call. "Hello."
A pleasant young woman's voice came from the other end. "Hello, is this Ms. Scott?"
"Yes, it is." Margaret nodded, puzzled, because the voice sounded unfamiliar.
"We are from the radio station. Yesterday, an elderly woman came to the station hoping we could help contact you. She is a family member of one of the victims of the recent earthquake and really wants to meet you to express her gratitude in person. Do you have time this afternoon?"
So it was the TV station.
Margaret instinctively refused. "Sorry, I don't have time."
"Betty, it's me!" The voice on the other end suddenly changed to that of an elderly woman.
Hearing that, Margaret was taken aback.
The name sounded somewhat familiar.
She suddenly remembered that when she first found Pryce at Crystal Peak, he had muttered this name to himself upon seeing her.
"Betty dear, I saw you on TV. I really want to meet you," The elderly woman said urgently on the other end.
"Where are you? I'll come to you," Margaret thought for a moment and said.
She suddenly wanted to know why both Pryce and this elderly woman mistook her for Betty.
The elderly woman gave an address, and Margaret informed Juniper before heading over immediately.
An hour later, Margaret arrived at the elderly woman's doorstep and knocked on the door.
Soon, the door opened, and an elderly woman with silver hair appeared in Margaret's view.
The moment she saw Margaret, her expression became excited, somewhat dazed, and joyful. "Betty , is it really you?"
Margaret smiled. "I'm sorry, I don't know the Betty you're talking about, but do I look a lot like her? Who is she?"
Hearing Margaret's response, the elderly woman was momentarily stunned, then carefully examined her again, "Yes, Betty wasn't as young as you."
The elderly woman sighed almost inaudibly, nodded at Margaret, and said, "Yes, you look a lot like Betty . It's my poor eyesight that made me mistake you. I'm sorry, Miss."
Margaret smiled. "It's okay, but can you tell me who this Betty is? I'm very curious."
Her curiosity was largely due to Pryce.
She couldn't help but thought, 'Both of them has mentioned the same name, so do they know each other? Why do I look like this Betty? Could Betty dear be my relative? Why has Grandpa never mentioned it before?'
"Come in and have a seat!" The elderly woman welcomed Margaret inside, poured her a cup of hot water, and couldn't help but said, "You look so much alike!"
Margaret's curiosity grew even stronger, and she asked, "Who exactly is Betty?"
The elderly woman lowered her eyes, and after a few seconds, she slowly began. "It was more than twenty years ago,I have always lived in the mountains. Back then, life was tough. My husband was a hunter, going out to hunt every morning, and I would sew the hides to sell in town."
"Sounds unbelievable, doesn't it?" She smiled gently, somewhat nostalgically. "You young people haven't experienced such days. Although life was hard back then, we were doing okay. But one day, my husband's two friends hurriedly brought him back, with two small puncture wounds on his leg, bleeding profusely. They said he was bitten by a venomous snake while hunting, and he couldn't move, even walking was a problem. I was terrified and quickly took him to the hospital with some relatives and friends. The doctor said we were too late, missed the best treatment time, and he could only go home and wait to die."
ve, even walking was a problem."
"What happened then?" Margaret had a vague guess in her heart.
The elderly woman smiled, a smile of having survived a disaster. "On our way back, we met Betty and a young man, probably her friend. I was too heartbroken to notice what they were doing. Betty came over to ask for directions and asked what had happened. I was so upset that I thought talking to a stranger wouldn't hurt. Who knew Betty would offer to help, saying her friend was a doctor and might be able to cure my husband's snake bite."
Hearing her words, Margaret guessed that this guy might be Pryce.
The elderly woman paused, took a sip of water to moisten her throat. "I didn't believe them at the time. After all, the doctor at the hospital said it couldn't be cured, so how could anyone else have a way? But my husband thought it wouldn't hurt to let them try. So, we got in their car and went back to my house. To our surprise, the young man really was amazing. He took out a few needles from his backpack, pricked my husband's leg, and forced out the dark purple venom. He was cured! My husband and I were so happy, we didn't know how to thank them."
"Wait." Margaret was now almost certain this young man was Pryce. "What was the name of the man who knew medicine?"
"His name?" The elderly woman hesitated, frowning slightly. "I don't really know. They stayed at my house for two days, and I only heard Betty dear call him Mr. Holt."
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